My entire body trembles as he takes us both to the brink repeatedly and past, while staring back at me with soul-stealing intensity.
Lost in his rapture, I find myself feeling whole, and then I lose the pieces I’ve been grasping onto so tightly right back to him.
We exhaust ourselves to the point my throat dries, my voice going hoarse with my whispers and cries as he ravages me, body, heart, and mind.
At the sight of something he sees in my eyes, he dips and gives me the longest, most intoxicating kiss of my life. Inside of that kiss, I collide with my supernova going a million miles an hour, all space between us diminishing in its entirety.
Easton’s groan rumbles against my lips as he stills on a deep thrust, spilling into me again. Exhausted and spent, he rolls us and situates me on his lap, still inside me, refusing withdrawal. Feeling like I’m floating, I rest on his chest as he cradles me in his warmth. It’s only when I notice sunlight flooding the hotel room that I realize we’ve been so immersed in each other that I’d lost all sense of time.
“Easton,” I whisper, my cheek to his chest while mentally recalling I got to the party shortly past one. “We’ve been—”
“Yeah,” he runs a gentle palm down my spine, “we have.”
“I didn’t even realize.”
“I know.”
Still straddling him, I lift, glancing around in a daze before staring back down at him and palming his chest. Sweat glides down his temple, and my skin erupts in chills as I realize the sheets are soaked through. Bewildered, I shake my head. “What in the hell just happened?”
He grips my hip with one hand and strokes my face with the other, his eyes injecting me with the truth. “What’s been happening since the day we met,” he lifts to sit before pressing a long, slow kiss to my lips. “Welcome to this side of the glass, Beauty.”
Heaven Sent
Mr. Little Jeans
Natalie
“You owe me one hell of an apology,” I scold as Easton’s lips roam over my stomach.
“I believe,” he licks a slow, seductive path along my gold chain, which is surprisingly still intact after endless hours of intense lovemaking, “I’ve been apologizing profusely for hours. But I’m sorry,” he offers, pausing to look up at me. I expect to see a smirk, or at the very least, a sly smile, but instead am met with sincerity.
“Do you know what you’re apologizing for?”
He frowns. “Have you been dating nothing but toddlers? I’m sorry for being a dick yesterday,” kiss, “and last night,” kiss, “and for the song. I’m not proud of myself.”
“That song…you believe that’s who I really am?”
“No, I believe that’s who you portray yourself to be when you’re uncomfortable dealing with real shit.” This time he does smirk, “Sleeping Beauty.”
“Ah, so there’s the double entendre to my nickname. Thanks for ruining it.”
“It will only feel condescending when you play immune.”
“I told you when we met that I’m aware of my behavior at all times, even if I’m not acting in a certain way or saying things other people want or expect me to.” I run my fingers through his thick, damp hair. “And those are two distinct definitions. Playing immune—not affected or influenced by and acknowledging—to accept or admit the truth of. I’ve never been immune to you, Easton, I just refused to acknowledge it, and you know why.”
He runs a lazy finger around my navel. “Desperate times, drastic measures. You were leaving, again. You weren’t going to answer my calls, again.”
“So, you threw a party to try and convince me?”
“No,” he clips out, lowering his gaze.
“Oh, way too abrupt of an answer. What are you omitting?” I pull his hair—hard—so he’s forced to look up at me.
“Damn, woman,” he grits out as I continue to pull on his thick tresses. “Jesus, okay. Fuck, okay.”
I soothe his scalp with a caress as he blows out a harsh exhale. “The party was already planned because I was going to attempt to hook up to try and get my mind off you.”
Truth stinging, I nod as he covers my torso with a warm palm. “But I made a better, wiser decision by picking you up in Austin.”
“I can’t hold that against you, and I won’t. I gave you no reason—”
He shakes his head. “Let’s not go back there.”
“Okay, and technically, Tack told me about the party anyway.”